A Boofhead's Guide to Rangnarok

Imagine an ancient celestial god eating a dodgy T-Rex parmigiana at the Pub at the End of Time before sharting into a fan powered by a neutron star. That still doesn’t do justice to the cosmic calamity that follows.

The Primordial Earth Protectorate is left shattered by a combined Purrathi/Minger incursion, leaving nothing but a smouldering crater beneath the Antarctic ice.

In a last-ditch attempt to save humanity, the few surviving members send a dodgy, obsolete android through time in a purple pimped-up Port-Aloo.

The droid’s mission? Recruit two retired agents whose combined competency is anything but legendary.

Meanwhile, across the Pan Cosmos, an alarming amount of seemingly unrelated nonsense is going down. The Intergalactic Federation of Semi-Aquatic Guinea Pigs and the Commonwealth of Hominini Posterity are locked in an eschatological biff against the imperial forces of Emperor Clarence—a roided-up space goanna hell-bent on becoming the cosmic big Kahuna.